[There is certainly a look that crosses Nadine's face when an obvious teenager takes a sample. A twitching of the lips, a tightness around the eyes.
It's her own hang-up, she knows that. This world doesn't seem to have the same age restrictions and concepts of adulthood as her own. She's a product of her world and time, and so much of her life spent as a teacher. There are no laws and regulations regarding cannabis here, it didn't exist here until she made it available. So she can't outright deny anyone on the younger side.
It's just something she's going to have to get over. In the meantime, she can at least look vaguely disapproving.
Her white and blue kirtle has no pockets, but she doesn't need matches to make fire. She lifts a hand and pinches her thumb and forefinger together, a small flame leaping up between them. But she hesitates a moment.]
You know, this stuff isn't great for your brain at your age.
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It's her own hang-up, she knows that. This world doesn't seem to have the same age restrictions and concepts of adulthood as her own. She's a product of her world and time, and so much of her life spent as a teacher. There are no laws and regulations regarding cannabis here, it didn't exist here until she made it available. So she can't outright deny anyone on the younger side.
It's just something she's going to have to get over. In the meantime, she can at least look vaguely disapproving.
Her white and blue kirtle has no pockets, but she doesn't need matches to make fire. She lifts a hand and pinches her thumb and forefinger together, a small flame leaping up between them. But she hesitates a moment.]
You know, this stuff isn't great for your brain at your age.
[She has to at least provide a disclaimer.]